I don't know if "peaceful" is the way I would describe it.

[ They remark sardonically, waiting a beat before they meet her gaze. The curiosity in her eyes is plain as day, and they can't say they blame her, even if no one has ventured far enough to ask them outright if they rather living here than at home. They shrug. ]

It's strange, and hard to get used to... there are at least patterns to the war we're fighting at home. [ Even if they have no choice in it. ] Here, I never know what's coming. I guess what's happening now is peaceful in comparison to some the other things that have happened. Maybe that's why I don't care as much as you do...